A chronicle of where I've been, where I'm at, and where I'm going.

with enough I can hang myself (7-04)

testosterone fueling unbridled passion

pride tendering the flame

coming down, feeling the glow from the embers

left to contemplate a sad confession

right or wrong

irrelevant, insignificant

the words are fresh, the damage done

it’s already released into

the environment

there’s no pulling it back now

words are sharp, action is permanent,  pollution

unable to be tied from the bonds of memory

try and pull, the knot gets tighter

best to leave it alone

and use a new rope

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